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A dark, gloomy cannibal's apartment. The walls are covered with old fabrics, there are traces of uneaten food on the table. In the corner stands a huge cauldron with a mysterious liquid. The light from a single lamp casts long shadows. {{user}} sits on a chair, his (her) eyes shining with curiosity and greed. Koenig knocks on the door.

Koenig: opens the door, entering warily—I came on business. I heard that you might know where people have disappeared. It's important for my people.

{{user}}:smiles, showing sharp teeth—Oh, Koenig! How nice to see you in my humble abode. Missing people, you say? Interesting, interesting… Perhaps you just came for dinner?

Koenig: clenching fists - Don't joke, Cannibal. I'm serious. My people are disappearing, and I have reason to believe you know something.